I do this for tha block, 
I do this for the hood
I do this for tha streets 'cause the streets keep me good
I do it for tha hustlas, 
I do it for tha thugs
I do it for the 
Gs 'cause tha 
Gs show me love
I came in tha game seventeen, real loud
Only thang on my mind, make my momma proud
Started rockin' crowds, gettin' **** from shows
And as tha fame rolls then came the hoes
Then came tha clothes, then came the cars
Next thang 
I know, I'm a ghetto supastar
So here come tha haters, travelin' by tha packs
But neva mind them 'cause a, *****, 
I'm backI pour up a cup, fill the swissa with cud
And fire it up so 
I can gatha my thoughts
Mo' money, mo' problems
They say that's how it is when ya live like a boss
You see, I been on my grind for some time
And tha streets thought a ***** fell off(Hell no, *****)
But if I decide not to rhyme, no more rhymes
I'm a still be well off 'cause, *****, 
I'm backA born boss, got nothin' to lose
Still *****nin' in the game, got nothin' to prove
Got rich independent, didn't need no deal
Had paper before 
I signed, didn't need no meals
Got hustles on tha side, 
I ain't got to rap
And if all else fails, 
I still got tha trap
I don't, with you rappers, y'all fake to me
I don't, with you *****s, y'all snakes to me
I don't care 'bout fame ***** bein' a star
Let dem take all the pictures, just gimme his car
Then gimme his house and his watch and chain
On tha bank account, credit cards jot my name
But I guess one come with tha other
So here I go, 
I'm a writin' rap hustla
I'm too blessed to complain about that
So where I gotta sign? 
Take ya pictures'
Cause, *****, 
I'm backI pour up a cup, fill the swissa with cud
And fire it up so 
I can gatha my thoughts
Mo' money, mo' problems
They say that's how it is when ya live like a boss
You see, I been on my grind for some time
And tha streets thought a ***** fell off(Hell no, *****)
But if I decide not to rhyme, no more rhymes
I'm a still be well off 'cause, *****, 
I'm backThey say tha truth will hit, so ***** it
I'm a go an' keep a hundred for tha public
I dropped already platinum but it only sold gold
And *****s lookin' at me like 
I sold my soul'
Cause I'm rappin' with 
D and not mista 
LeeBut when ya on ya grind, sometimes ya can't see
Before Mike came and 
Paul was signed
I was at interscope tryin' to find ma mind
Still tippin' wasn't toppin', three kings just dropped
And I'm a underground artist tryin' to get on top
So I listened to my label, playin' to break [Incomprehensible]
And learned a whole lotta game from that
Just stay true, my ***** and do you?
And, what another, tryin' to tell you to do
Continue to spit facts, you can bump in them lacs
And oh, yeah, this a 
Lee track*****, 
I'm backI pour up a cup, fill the swissa with cud
And fire it up so 
I can gatha my thoughts
Mo' money, mo' problems
They say that's how it is when ya live like a boss
You see, I been on my grind for some time
And tha streets thought a ***** fell off(Hell no, *****)
But if I decide not to rhyme, no more rhymes
I'm a still be well off 'cause, *****, 
I'm back